The gold leaf. [volume] (Henderson, N.C.) 1881-1911, 1887-05-05

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| might the better answer all, and also
| do our work.
"Then we resume work, which we
continue without interruption until 5
O'Clock, when the daylight grows dim.
The General walks an hour, and take
a ride if | can before dinner.
"Our plan is not to work in the
evening, but we are often obliged to
answer letters or make notes on them
of what the answer is to be. 1t takes
one or two afternoons a week to keep
up with our mail. Our publisher has
fixed the time when he would like the
second volume ready, and of course
we desire to be ready at that time.
"In the evening, too, we often dis
cuss the work of the next day, the in
cidents to be written are talked over,
and Just how we shall put things.
81 seem to myself to have three in
dividualities the one | am when | pas
sively take what the General dictates !;
the other the person | am when | have
pen in hand and write my own best
thought; the other the thought that
comes to me in talking.'
Mrs. Fremont talks with great vi
vacity; her words are we'll chosen, and
she has marked originality and vigor
of expression, reminding one of her
renowned father. She has enough lit
erary work either planned or blocked
out to keep her engaged for the next
three or four years at least.
Gen. Francis A. Walker does not
share in the anxiety which finds pretty
free expression in scientific and literary
quarters, touching the spread of So
Cialistic ideas. In an article to be
published in the Forum for May he
draws a clear line of distinction be-
tween "the socialists" the terrible fire
eaters who would wreck, pillage, and
destroy all civilization, and who are
simply to be treated with the club or
straight jacket, or on occasion with
the rope; and the advocates of form
of government more or less socialistiC,
men who believe that government is
best employed in promoting, in every
fair and possible way, the good of the
governed. In the same number Prot.
William c. Sumner will have an article
on "The Indians in 1887" His
views of the outlook for the Indian
population is the reverse of roseate;
nevertheless ne shows how the Indians
may gradually be advanced toward
civilization, without any violent revo-
luton in their immemorial mode Of
life.
While visiting the Century Club the
other evening, | asked Miss Jeanette
Glider, Of the Critic, if she would tell
something about herself and her start
in literature.
"Oh, | don't think that would in
terest any one; would it?" she laugh
ingly asked.
every much, indeed"
She laughed pleasantly, and said:
"My father was an amateur journalist,
and inherited the taste. At IA years,
in 1869, l wrote "katie's Escapade." "
| took the name "Katie's" from an in
innate friend, and the word "Es-
capade' struck me as appropriate.
When it appeared in the Dispatch, l
was surprised that it filled only short
column, when | thought it would fill
half the paper
"At the age of IS years l wrote par
agraphs for a daily, and also took
charge of the musical criticisms of the
same, and since have been doing con-
stantly what our critic says a woman
cannot do-reporting concerts, thea
tres, etc, until | was asked, like Ger
tain guest in the olden time, ''to come
up higher"
Miss Glider related to me that she
was once assigned by the editor of the
Register, of Newark, n. J., to cross to
East Newark, three miles, after 10
o'clock, P. NJ, to report church Gel
ebration, giving ten lines and paid by
the "space"-it was a stormy night
and she struck. She was reporter for
the NeW York Tribune, on Sf,I6ner's S
Magazine, literary editor of the Her.
ali, writing book reviews, reporting
lectures, until 1880, she started the
| Critic.
| A New, Enlarged, and Illustrated
edition of beautiful Snow; with Other
Poems" from the pen of ]. w. Wat
son, is just published by 7. B. Peter
son & Brothers, Philadelphia. 1t con-
tains several very handsome engrav-
ings, and of the fiftyseven poems
given many are original and entirely
new, appearing for the first time in
print in the present edition. In the
appendix Mr. Watson writes a new
and highly interesting history of
beautiful Snow" giving full details
of the manner in which he wrote it
and relating the strange and romantic
story of its many fraudulent claimants.
beautiful Snow is one of the finest
poems in the English language, and
will live forever. Its marked beauty,
1 H.